Let me choose?

Zhou Fan was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect that the right to choose came back to his hands.

The words of the yellow-clothed hero were very important, and Shi Shixiong dared not object, and Mr. Tang seemed to have no intention of objecting.

Zhou Fan pondered for a while, but bowed and said, "Thank you all for your kindness, but since this is my own business, I want to solve it myself."

In his words, he means choosing to leave.

He chose to leave and had his own considerations. He was confident that he could solve the death crisis with his own ability. Yellow-clothed heroes and the others might not be able to help. If some of them died because of his bad luck, he would be blamed.

It’s better to choose to face it alone like before.

"Okay." Huangyixia smiled and said, "Since Fellow Daoist Zhou chose to leave, I will send Fellow Daoist Zhou. Fellow Daoist Zhou joined the World Old Club for the first time, and we have not had a good chat yet."

Shi Shixiong and Mr. Tang all showed strange looks. What the Yellow-clothed Hero said was really strange.

Giving me... Zhou Fan felt strange in his heart, but he didn't show it. He nodded slightly and agreed. He knew that the so-called "Golden Heroes" for giving him was probably something to say.

But he had never seen the Yellow-Ying Hero in his impression. What could Yellow-Ying Hero say to him?

Zhou Fan's things were placed in the storage bag, and he didn't even have to go back to his tent. He and Mr. Tang said goodbye and left with the yellow-clothed hero.

After leaving the base camp, the yellow-clothed hero stopped. He glanced at the little sister beside Zhou Fan, and smiled at Zhou Fan and said, "I'll send you here."

"Okay." Zhou Fan nodded. If the yellow-clothed hero didn't want to say it, he wouldn't ask.

"Actually, it may be safer for you to stay." The yellow-clothed man turned his head and looked at the ghost burial coffin as thin as rice grains and said, "Are you afraid of implicating us?"

"This is just one of the reasons." Zhou Fan said frankly: "But I am more used to facing it alone. Thank you for the Yellow-clothed Daoist this time."

The yellow-clothed hero laughed and said, "Then do you know why I want to speak for you?"

Zhou Fan shook his head. He actually had a question in his mind. Is this yellow-clad hero really aware of the ghost burial coffin?

The Ghost Burial Coffin is a weird name named by Yiluansi, Luoshui Township.

The yellow-clothed hero's face remained unabated, "I calculated a few days ago and said that if I came to Qianguo, I could meet interesting people, but I couldn't calculate all the information about this person. At that time, I had a vague guess in my heart."

The yellow-clothed man's face suddenly became old, revealing the face of the thin old man. He laughed and said, "I am Lin Wuya. I didn't expect we would meet here, right?"

Zhou Fan was stunned. He didn't expect that the Yellow-clothed Hero would be Lin Wuya, the saint of the academy. He originally thought that the academy saint was just a cultivator in the dispersing realm, but the saint in the academy was actually a cultivator in the Dao Mansion Realm or even above the Dao Mansion Realm.

"Is it a surprise?" Lin Wuya was very satisfied with Zhou Fan's surprised expression. He said proudly: "Actually, few people know my true realm, but you don't think about it. I am the strongest among the saints of all generations of the academy, and of course the strongest in the Manxing Realm."

"Of course the little emperor doesn't count." Lin Wuya added annoyed, "He is cheating."

The strongest academy in history is the strongest in the Barbarian Star Realm, which is simply unreasonable... Zhou Fan complained in his heart, and he bowed: "Zhou Fan has seen a saint."

This saint cheated him in Jingdu, but the Grand Master of the Academy helped him many times, so even for the sake of the Grand Master of the People, he should be more polite.

He finally figured it out. If Lin Wuya had read his information, he would know that the ghost burial coffin was not surprising.

"You're welcome, but your growth rate is still beyond my expectations." Lin Wuya sighed a little: "I wanted you to join the World Old Association to grow better. It seems that the World Old Association has not helped you much."

"I have something to explain to you. I am not in the Great Wei, and there are many things that are not clear. For example, the little emperor killed a cultivator of the Tailing Sect's divine realm. I only realized that there was a conflict between Tailing Sect and the Great Wei after you killed Lin Hao. Otherwise, I should remind you about it."

"This matter is nothing." Zhou Fan shook his head and said, "But I have never understood why the saint wanted me to enter the mirror capital?"

Lin Wuya was silent for a moment and said, "Your fate is very special. I dare not count your fate easily. Your fate will be very special. I have seen the story of your growth along the way. Your rapid growth also proves this."

"I have never seen a monk who grows so fast like you. Because of this, when I knew that the three officials were going to get you into the mirror, I asked Chen Zheng to push him. I hope you can participate and maybe make that pool of stagnant water come alive."

Zhou Fan raised his eyebrows slightly, he understood a little but didn't understand it.

Lin Wuya shook his head, "What's the use of saying this now? I've failed."

"I heard from Mr. Da, you seem to be suspicious of the saint. What do you doubt about the saint?" Zhou Fan asked in confusion. It was because he suspected that Lin Wuyajing had done so many things.

"I do doubt him." Lin Wuya said frankly: "Because the hexagram shows that the Great Tribulation is related to him, and he has always hidden a secret. This secret may be related to the Great Tribulation, how could I not doubt him?"

"If it's other secrets, then forget it, but this is a secret that will affect the whole world. I can only think of trying to force him to tell it."

"What if the hexagram is wrong?" Zhou Fan asked.

"Of course the hexagram may be wrong." Lin Wuya sighed: "If it is wrong, then I will wrongly accuse the little emperor and kill many people for no reason, but what if the hexagram is correct? Maybe it can avoid the great disaster, and I can only treat it as the right one."

Zhou Fan was silent. This choice was cruel, and he didn't know whether Lin Wuya did this correctly.

Lin Wuya looked at the wilderness scenery in the distance and was silent and said, "I have never been a gentleman like Xiaohong. I was born in the countryside with a low birth. When I was admitted to the school by my teacher, I was almost twenty years old. My views on people, things and the world were roughly fixed, and I was not the kind of child that could be shaped."

"The teacher once said that I am a person who is frivolous and uses any means to do things. The saints of the academy should have a sage and benevolent heart, and the sage and benevolent heart is a kind benevolent benevolence."

"I told the teacher, then I'm afraid I can't become a saint in the academy. Where can I have such things as sages and mercy?"

"The teacher said at that time that people are kind-hearted, but it just depends on who the kind-heartedness is right, whether it is for yourself, your relatives, your sects or the whole world. He said I don't need to hurry, let me think slowly."

Lin Wuya showed a hint of sadness on his face, "Later, when his life was over, he inexplicably passed the position of the saint to me, a person with a weak nature. In the end, he did not ask me the answer."

Zhou Fan said: "Maybe he didn't ask because he knew you had found the answer."

"Maybe." Lin Wuya showed a mocking look on his face. His face turned into a thick lips and a big nose. He turned around and walked towards the base camp. "It turns out that people are prone to nagging when they are old. Since you plan to deal with it yourself, be careful."

Zhou Fan couldn't help but ask, "Who is your holy heart right?"
Chapter completed!